T.C.B.

Chris Hughton was not more summarily executed than these items of vital interest shall be. Speed, your people love you.

• First item: I started a Facebook page for the site in 2008, but what with one thing and another, I never published it. Then Aaron Sorkin taught me that if I didn’t act now, Justin Timberlake might soon have to do lines off an actual table. Help keep him in Stanford-sophomore belly buttons here.
• Second item: My latest Slate column addresses the World Cup bids. It’s more about the crazy theater of the bid presentations than the actual decision, which means that it’s as much about surfing kangaroos as common sense told me it could be. Keep in mind that it was written before caring about FIFA corruption made you a tool of sinister neoliberalism.
• Third item: Thanks to nominations from people just like you, at least to the extent that they have also visited this website, we’re up for a couple of Soccerlens Awards. You can vote for me as “Best Football Blogger” and for Run of Play as “Most Entertaining Football Website.” Everyone who votes will be moved to the top of the waiting list for our custom RoP-branded “Mancunian Siren™” neck-tattoo kit, coming this Easter to a parlor near you. (No telling whether Katie Couric will endorse it, but we’re keeping our fingers crossed.)
• Fourth item: Our friends at Unprofessional Foul are sending up the entire concept of blog-sponsored blog awards with the 2010 Foulies, and they have been kind, or not, enough to nominate Run of Play for “Best Blog We Rag On Sometimes Because We’re Jerks.” This is absolutely the award I want to win. Vote here, write a script, do what you have to.

Thank you for coming, and please gently step over Chris Hughton’s body on your way out.